From Toxic Classmate Novels & Stories

Stepping into the home economics class, I felt shivers run down my spine due to excitement. My struggles, sweats, and pains won't be for in vain—I'll definitely make the best out of my college and be a worldwide cook. Done taking my seat in class, the lecture kicked off. It was all going rather smoothly until a bitch interrupted. “Someone should please tell me she isn't in this class” “Can we really handle her toxicity?” “I heard she's Chloe's cousin” “She's undoubtedly as rotten as she is” “I pray she got into the wrong class”

"What am I even saying? I'm not your tutor anymore. We're just classmates," "Classmates?" He raises a brow, his jaw ticking. I nod. "Yeah, classmates." "Would a classmate get you items and give you a massage when you need it?" I swallow on nothing. "That was a period of vulnerability and I assure you it wouldn't happen again." Jason proceeds to smile. "Yeah, and would you ask a classmate to teach you how to be bad? Would a classmate call you sunshine?" "It's..." I press my lips together. "It's nothing. Some classmates are friends and they do things," I can't meet his eyes now. He smiles smugly and shrugs with one shoulder while I fight the blush.

~sir I sit two desks away from dimitri I'm so mad at him , he just forced the icky tasting jell in my mouth and made the other girl hold me down. "Today's class is about when to step back and give your sub a space" ~sir The idiot comment started as usual , i actually enjoy his class it's funny. "When they're sick" "If they smell bad" "When you want to play videogames in peace"

If not, then let's just get straight to the test and see which one of us finishes it faster and more accurately! Just then, footsteps echoed in the corridor. Then, the lecturer in charge of overseeing the program, Mr. William Stein, walked in. The male classmate from earlier immediately pointed his finger at me and tattled, "Mr. Stein! Shawn just openly insulted Mr. Jefferson and even threw his bottle at Ariel! People like him should be expelled!" I laughed coldly at that. "Why don't you ask Mr. Stein if he actually dares to expel me? Who do you think you're trying to intimidate? You might as well just call the police on me instead."

She sat on one of the couches and took out two glasses from her storage device. "Why are they even bothering me, this is becoming annoying." Lucinda said while sighing, sitting next to her and pouring wine in the glasses. They had become used to conversing like that, there was no awkwardness in their actions. "The strongest student in the academy who has no ties to any noble family. Did you really think that you would be ignored just because you act grumpy? I bet that if they knew your element, they would go crazy." "Those kids are already crazy enough due to your presence here. Sadly, they don't realize that you are just a battle maniac."

"And now I know who you are too. Thank you, Vienna." I nodded, heart full. "Always." We got back to our pastries in silence, the air thick with unspoken solidarity. After class, I spotted Laurent—the smug guy who’d made the racist comment—wrapping his arm around the pouty-faced girl who had thrown daggers at me with her eyes earlier. Of course. Those two were a couple. "Like attracts like, I guess," I muttered under my breath. Zanele leaned in conspiratorially. "You mean toxic attracts toxic?"

I felt surprisingly refreshed after eating the breakfast Richard had prepared for me. It was a small victory, considering my deep-rooted aversion to tomatoes. Ever since Ricky's death, anything red had become a symbol of pain and loss. I had developed a strong aversion and even felt physically ill at the sight of anything red. My therapist believed it was a manifestation of my PTSD, and facing it head-on would help me heal, but I had avoided confronting the painful truth about Ricky's accident.

"Oh, you've caught me." "Hurry up and retract your complaint! I didn't expect you to do something like this, Natalie. She's your mother! Do you even have a heart? What do you think people will think of me, now that you've reported my friend to the authorities? Will anyone still want to have anything to do with me?" he barked. A leopard would never change its spots. Despite knowing his so-called friendships were useless, the obsession with getting into everyone's good books was etched in his bones. He still wanted to stand up for them, and the first thing he thought of was his relationship with others.

If he could, I would've had to worry about him wanting to take things further. I didn't need to wait too long. Mr. Quinton soon made his move. The first thing he did was spread a video of Tina bullying other students at school in a parent-teacher group chat. It had probably been recorded with a phone because the image was a little shaky, but it was still clear enough to show Tina's snobby face and actions. She spat a string of expletives and tore a classmate's homework like it meant nothing. She also pinched a classmate so hard that she left bruises. She even made another classmate bark like a dog.

that school is bad but going for parties and having the time of their lives was what they just needed and not the rigorous lifestyle of going for classes and having tests. As Audrey moved along on his way to class he ensured everywhere around him was safe and no body was following him, he had become paranoid that the Ravens he saw in gym class would begin following him anywhere he went and maybe would even try to attack him , it took a lot of courage at that point not to go insane as people kept looking at him as if he were a mad person. He kept walking faster and faster, while checking his surroundings when he bumped into a fellow student who he had not seen coming from the other side." He